Silver Nightmares
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Silver Nightmares -The Weird Black Cross - (Official Lyric Video)


Category: Music
Duration: 00:04:01
Description:
Check out the third single "THE WEIRD BLACK CROSS", taken from the brand new album "APOCALYPSIS" ( ἀποκάλυψις ), coming in the 2022 on CD//Digital.

LINE-UP:
Michele Vitrano - Lead & Backing vocals
Mimmo Garofalo – Acoustic, Classic and Lap Steel guitars, Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Ukulele, Sitar.
Emanuele Lo Giudice – Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Bass.
Gabriele Esposito - Bass
Gabriele Taormina – Keyboards, Backing vocals
Alessio Maddaloni – Drums and Percussion, Trumpet, Harp, Backing vocals

Produced by Silver Nightmares
Mixed by Massimiliano Bellavia/ Mind Studios Palermo
Mastered by Giulio Maddaloni & Alberto Cutolo
Character design by Ignazio Piacenti
Video production by Daniele Massimi

Contact the band to PRE-ORDER IT!
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- The Weird Black Cross (Lyrics)

It does not seem too real
but they fall into a certain cluster,
not even in the worst storms
I have seen such a dark sky!

How can you imagine such a thing?
We will not have enough shelters,
we will cheat death!

A woman in tears holds her baby
but it's no use!
A father gathers everyone
under his mighty arms

'cause of that weird black cross,
Mister Winston suspects us,
air attacks and the sound of rifle-shots,
white as a ghost,
I've a lost look as a child!

The whole world is in a mess
in a way it never has been!
There is no part of earth,
from south to north,
where you can hide.

Why are human beings so cruel to each other?
You cannot hide,
they brace themselves for the war!

A woman in tears holds her baby
but it's no use!
A father gathers everyone
under his mighty arms

'cause of that weird black cross,
Mister Winston suspects us,
air attacks and the sound of rifle-shots,
white as a ghost,
I've a lost look as a child.

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